Fight
Trying to fight for what is right
So I can move toward the light
But then the dark comes
Tries to shut me down
They found me, and now I'm drowned
I'm wounded
Wounded by hatred
Woke up to life again
Still not scared to fight
ready to make a voice
ready to speak
to be heard
not by one
but many
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